by Helen Ivory | Jun 3, 2020 | Featured, Poetry, Prose
Charity shop crawl I start in Scope, find my first Kiss T-shirt from the Lick it Up tour, the old black now charcoal grey, a seven inch tongue lost to too much Persil. In Shelter, I find my leather jacket, purchased from an alternative clothing...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 2, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Butterfly Cage when I was pregnant, all of my dreams were about snakes. as much as I tried to dream only about baby kittens, baby puppies human babies, my nights would be filled with twisting pythons gathered in knots inside me, their slick skin...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 1, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Almost missing I am those words words in shops and passing words that are almost not language a flex of the muscle of the palate a ruler on the tongue I miss sullen vowels sudden consonants words I hung...
by Helen Ivory | May 31, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Jane Jane shapes the town to herself. Of the spire, the pond, the iron bridge and the bandstand, she is undoubted queen. She cooks and eats, she feeds and clothes the world, folding bodies and souls into comfortable communion. She is a ladle,...
by Helen Ivory | May 30, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Social Distancing March 2020 A lone kayaker skims through smooth waters of Belfast Lough. Yellow legged gulls circle his blue craft, their cries echo along the strand. I want to believe these streams of late morning sun will purify the sea...
by Helen Ivory | May 29, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
woof! You are a Rottweiler and the hand holding you back straining your voice and collared throat, wanting to rush into the long grass of desire. You are aware of ticks, the inevitable choice: do you love yourself enough to pay the vet’s bill? Or...
